He’s just a lonely postman

He’s just a lonely postman
Going on his walk
He’s on his second delivery
And he feels he wants to talk

The girl in number 24
Used to be his wife
For a few words with her
He’d really give his life

“Knock, knock”,
“Who’s there?”

“A voice from the past”
“Well I don’t care”

He’s going out for a drink tonight
With the boys from easy one
He’ll play at karaoke
And pretend he’s having fun

But he feels so down
He feels just like a clown

Une fois qu’ils se sont enfuis dans la nuit

Once they hurtled off into the night
Regardless of the distance or the time it took.
Two hundred miles along the motorway
To a town near Paris in the night.

Finally they reached their destination
But the Lou Reed concert was over.
They laughed driving back to Villefranche
To continue picking grapes in the vineyard


Une fois qu’ils se sont enfuis dans la nuit
Quelle que soit la distance ou le temps qu’il a fallu.
200 milles le long de l’autoroute
À la ville près de Paris dans la nuit.

Enfin, ils ont atteint leur destination
Mais le concert de Lou Reed était terminé.
Ils ont ri en revenait à Villefranche
Continuer à cueillir des raisins dans le vignoble

 

The Bromley Times

My body sucked of energy
Feeling both hot and icy
That’s exhaustion
From the distribution
Of the Bromley Times
On the High Street
Of Orpington

Turning into a gas giant
My gravity unreliant
As I swooned like a drunk
Crying Bromley Times
It’s free
Take one
For Pity’s sake
Take one from me

I should have ate my breakfast
I wondered if I’d last the day
Before my corpse was dragged away
Crying Bromley Times
A free newspaper
Yes it’s free
You must take one, or two, or three

I heard the Orpington songbird
Loudly singing
In the garden of a mansion
A really swinging
Bird of mystery
I painted it with colours
Yellow and black
But I only heard its music
Coming from the back
Of the trees, the thick green leaves

The Orpington songbird
Sang without a word
The most gorgeous song
I’ve ever heard
It was a myth, a mystery
Natures Proms
Hidden by trees
Just about brought me
To my knees
I felt like crying

But I continued walking on my way
To my next pitch
Somehwhat bewitched
To collect from driver Leon
Three more bundles
Of the Bromley Times

Troops of passengers
From the Orpington train
Marched by me
Down into the lane
To the Memorial
It was all so
Temporeal

Please take
The Bomley Times
From me
You’ll do me a favour
It’s really free
Really, really free
Baby

As the sun was going down
I had a hundred
Still to go round
But the Station Approach
Was empty

My best friend
Couldn’t give them away
We got on a bus
To save the day
By distributing them
At the bus station
But lost our way
With piles of Bromley Times
In our arms

In an empty shopping centre
We tried our best to dismember
The Bromley Times
We left its legs in The Premier Inn
Its arms in the Salon
But its main trunk
We wedged into a bin
With a much relieved but hidden grin
For a strange man was looking on

And that was the end
Of the Bromley Times
A free newspaper
That so many had to labour
All the day long
On the streets of Orpington
Alas it was hard
To give them away
Not even for a song
Next stop maybe
Prison